Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any related characters.
Note: this story has a kind of flashback time warp deal going on, so to let you know, a paragraph starting with (FB) is a flash back and one with a (P) is the present situation. Easy Enough?
The Final Fight
You could have been all I wanted, but you weren't honest
Now get in the ground
You choked off the surest of favors, but if you really loved me
You would have endured my world
But if you're just as I presumed; a whore in sheep's clothing
Fucking up all I do
And if so here we stop, then never again
Will you see this in your life
Hang onto the glory at my right hand
With truth on the shores of compassion
You seem to take premise to all of this…
One last kiss to you, one more wish to you,
Please make up your mind, girl. I'd do anything for you
A last kiss to you, one more wish to you
Please make up your mind, before I hope you die
-Coheed and Cambria
Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV: Vol. 1
Chapter1:
But I have a secret
That no one should know, that I shouldn't tell
But of all of the ones, of all of the worlds
This one won't feel, this one just won't leave me well
Coheed and Cambria
Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV: Vol. 1
(FB)Alas, the night is so cold, he thought, tears welling in his eyes. He was never one to cry, but miroku felt crushed. All his life he thought, any girl I could get to lie with me, I'd lover, leaver, and ramble on. Less than romantic, eh? He asked himself. Now that he gotten one, it was viciously different than the way he convinced himself it would be.
I tried to cheat on her. To prove to himself that he could, he kissed a girl right there on the street in front of the inn where he stayed. He hated it. Nothing had ever felt more disgusting to him, save Naraku. He left the cute girl gracefully and immediately tried to drink the thought from his mind. It was a nasty habit he had developed the time Sango had suggested having a celebration drink after the first time they had a major win over Naraku. Miroku liked sake a bit too much. He had enough control over himself to not drink for nothing, but when he felt this low, there wasn't a long enough distance to walk for a drink. The first drink always was a fireball in his stomach. The question he asked himself every first drink popped up again: 'are you sure you like this stuff? It's like fire!' he laughed at the invalidity of the question and took another sip.
(P) Sango hated his lecherous women chasing ways almost as much as she loved him. Sometimes more.
She had seen him kiss that girl.
When she confronted him, he had absolutely no time to explain the dire, sincere regret he felt about the whole thing. The first thing he heard has a cry of indignation and rage, second, Sango screaming 'HOW COULD YOU!" then the singing swing of a blade.
(FB)He really had loved her, and at first, he had the whole thing right. He gave up the hopes of being a super-playboy, listened to Kagome's advice:
"I wish Sango would just give in, and be my lover. All the signs are there, she just won't take the last step.' he had whined.
'Miroku, you've touched the girl everywhere except where you're supposed to. She wants to love you traditionally, you know? She wants to lock her lips to yours, not her butt to your hand.'
Miroku laughed, because he could always take a joke, but Kagome's tone and face told him it wasn't a laughing matter. he told her she was right and promised to sober up.
But he wasn't sober now. He drank enough to forget a little, but not enough to keep him from walking straight. He saved the dead drinking for his hotel room next door to Sango. they had been well off as far as money demon hunting, allowing the two rooms, but their relationship had been rockier for a while, making the two rooms a necessity. the town police hadn't ever truly trusted Miroku despite him being a famous demon hunter. They never liked him talking to all those women (especially their daughters,) and his overt drinking made them even more nervous. Little did he know, not drinking too much at the bar, and taking that bottle of sake with him would save his life.
(p)Sango screamed and lunged at Miroku, a little tipsy herself, but nowhere near as buzzed as him. Drunk enough to be mad enough to kill someone as disgusting as her EXhoushi-sama. She swung for his head, meaning to cut it's cheating face from its cheating body.
A/N: This is my first fan fic, please review. There's 8 chapters, some long, some short, and the faster you review the faster I'll post 'em for ya! Be nice...8)